The Monster I Was Redeemed

Ai Liang followed the two of them out of the condolence hall, and just while he was pulling the rack, he secretly stuffed the bank card back into Gao Fuye's pocket.

After leaving the condolence hall, the staff did not give Wang Qiang a good look and let him leave quickly.

Ai Liang didn't plan to get involved in other people's housework, so she left the funeral home and came to the bus stop.

The bus stop is opposite the funeral home, and there is only a road between the two.

Ai Liang sat on the bench and waited for the bus. There was only half an hour for the bus in this sparsely populated suburb, and the last bus was ten minutes ago.

When Ai Liang sent a message to Yue Qihua asking for her home address, a car stopped in front of him.

The face revealed by knocking down the car window was Wang Qiang.

"It's going to take a long time for the bus to the city, why don't I give you a ride?"

Wang Qiang, who was still "crying bitterly" just now, immediately changed his face and came to Ai Liang's side to greet him and let him get in the car.

What Ai Liang disliked the most was this kind of fake smirk. He moved to the side and kept a three-position distance from Wang Qiang, but he didn't show any mercy: "If you have anything to do with me, just say it directly. Well, don't take up the bus parking space if you have nothing to do."

"Your relationship with Gao Jiajia..."

Wang Qiang didn't directly state his purpose, but diverted from the topic to inquire about Ai Liang's attitude.

"I'm not familiar with her. It's just her father's request to come here today."

Ai Liang stared blankly at Wang Qiang with an expressionless face, and continued to tap the phone screen without stopping the work in his hands.

When Wang Qiang saw that Ai Liang was ignoring him, he was not annoyed and said to himself, "Really, I heard that you saw Wang Zi throwing things at the recycling bin in the middle of the night? Could it be that you are wrong?"

Ai Liang stared at him without saying a word.

"My only son is Wang Zi. He should be punished for doing something wrong, but he cannot be allowed to spend the first half of his life in prison."

Wang Qiang started to play emotional cards in front of Ai Liang again and said with tears in his eyes: "I beg you, just pretend you didn't see him that night, okay?"

Ai Liang sat still on the bench and watched Wang Qiang perform a one-man show.

Seeing that the emotional card is irrelevant, Wang Qiang immediately changed his method, he took out a tissue and wiped his tears: "Classmate, I know he is guilty and he deserves punishment, but as a father, I really can't bear to see him spend half his life in prison, as long as You told the police that you were wrong that night, and I'll transfer 100,000 yuan to you immediately. I'm not asking for guilt, I just want to save him two years of suffering!"

Hearing that Wang Qiang was going to transfer money to himself, Ai Liang's expression finally changed.

Just when he thought it was done, Ai Liang said, "Do you know how much Gao Fuye gave me just now?"

Wang Qiang's expression froze immediately, how could his wealth be compared to Gao Fuye?

"I just gave him a million back to him."

Wang Qiang was silent for a long time when he heard this sentence, but when his thoughts changed, he suddenly became cautious. He stood up and said angrily: "You actually charged Gao Fuye to perjury?! I tell you, even if you return the money to him for perjury? You can't get away with this crime!"

"As a witness, your testimony is invalid if you received money from the victim's family, and do you know what others will think of you when it spreads out?"

After finding that the emotional card was not good, Wang Qiang immediately changed his face and attacked the painful foot just like the condolence hall.

It was obvious that he found the evidence and turned it into false evidence in a few words. Looking at Wang Qiang's exaggerated performance, Ai Liang was almost infuriated by him.

A normal middle school student with no social experience might really be fooled by these few words, but is Ai Liang normal? I don't even care about him.

Ai Liang, who didn't want to continue entanglement with Wang Qiang, got up directly. He planned to walk a few hundred meters to another bus stop.

"Do you know how much Gao Fuye gave me?"

Ai Liang's voice came from behind,

But Ai Liang himself did not speak, this is a mobile phone recording.

"I don't know how this audio will go out. I'll just try my best to send it to your classmates."

Wang Qiang finally stopped hiding his sinister intentions. He knew that sending this recording to the police would be useless, so he changed his method.

"You don't want to spread such a reputation, do you?"

Looking at Wang Qiang's triumphant smile, Ai Liang asked, "I'm curious, who did you find out about my identity? The witness's identity should be kept secret, isn't it illegal for the suspect's family to contact the witness in private? "

Wang Qiang smiled and did not answer directly, but continued to threaten Ai Liang: "Classmate, I don't want to make things too stiff, I just want you to help me get rid of my son's crime of maliciously destroying evidence, and I will face it afterwards. Your face deletes this recording."

"Really." Ai Liang tapped her phone lightly, "If I want you to delete it now?"

It was obvious that Wang Qiang didn't answer.

"Classmate, I know he's guilty and he should be punished... As long as you tell the police that you misread that night, I'll transfer 100,000 yuan to you right away..."

Wang Qiang's voice also came from Ai Liang's mobile phone, and his expression changed immediately.

"Don't worry, I just sent the audio to my friend. Even if you grab my phone, it's useless."

Ai Liang naturally has countermeasures for this kind of rogue. When Wang Qiang approached with bad intentions, Ai Liang turned on the phone to record.

"Now, either give me your mobile phone, or I will send the recording to Captain Shi of the Criminal Police Force, you can choose."

Different from his recording, if Ai Liang's recording is sent to Shi Feng, he will be warned 100%, and even his personal freedom will be temporarily supervised.

Illegal inquiries into the identity of witnesses and attempts to bribe and threaten witnesses are enough for him to drink a pot.

Wang Qiang could see that since Ai Liang had no fear, he must have known these two charges.

Wang Qiang's face was gloomy and he could only hand over the phone to Ai Liang as he did.

After Ai Liang got the phone, he directly called up the recording and deleted it: "By the way, if someone does something like dumping garbage and splashing paint at my door in the future, I will send this recording to Captain Shi."

"Don't be too much..."

Ai Liang said in an unwavering tone: "It's not too much. I'll have to ask Uncle Wang to help me then."

He has long seen through Wang Qiang's character, this guy is essentially a rogue.

Wang Qiang pulled a smile from the corner of his mouth, but there was no smile in his eyes looking at Ai Liang.

Ai Liang returned to the bus stop and sat down on the bench. Before getting on the bus, Wang Qiang deliberately left a meaningful look as if to persuade Ai Liang to do it for himself. Unfortunately, Ai Liang kept his head down and played with his mobile phone without looking at him. irritating.

Wang Qiang cursed in his heart and drove away.

After Wang Qiang left Ai Liang, he glanced in the direction of his departure with his eyes without any emotion.

Unbeknownst to Wang Qiang, in just a few minutes, Ai Liang had obtained the secret that he had buried deep in his heart, enough to send him to prison.

This kind of rogue will not do it himself because he is afraid of that recording.

After Wang Zi is imprisoned, the effect of this recording will be of little use, and he will definitely come to take revenge at that time. He is the kind of person who must report.

Sometimes you don't want to cause trouble, but trouble will come to you.

So the countermeasures still need to be prepared.

"The fish died and the net broke, so that's what it meant."

Ai Liang looked in the direction of the funeral home. He finally understood how Wang Zi's supermarket opened.

It all started three years ago.

Gao Fuye hit and ran at night and caused death. He found Wang Qiang, a traffic policeman on duty, to delete the surveillance video. After the incident, Gao Fuye gave Wang Qiang 200,000 yuan plus a facade room, which is the supermarket.

Although Wang Qiang was expelled, relying on the contacts he had accumulated to help people avoid fines and the care of Gao Fuye, he was much more comfortable than when he was in the traffic police team.

It was her husband's appearance that made Wang Zi's mother, a teacher, have a strong desire to control Wang Zi, which indirectly led to Wang Zi's withdrawn character.

After connecting the stories together, Ai Liang shook his head and sighed. Who would have thought that there was such an involvement behind a campus case.

When Ai Liang was thinking about how to unearth the criminal evidence of Wang Qiang and Gao Fuye, the bus came. He temporarily put aside the grievances and grievances between adults and boarded the bus.

......

Ai Liang didn't forget that his schoolbag was still at Yue Qihua's place. According to the address provided by Yue Qihua, he got out of the car and turned around a bit to find the apartment building Yue Qihua said.

"The mourning is over so soon?"

Yue Qihua was standing downstairs in the apartment waiting for him.

"Well, because it's just me."

Ai Liang followed Yue Qihua to the elevator.

"Gao Fuye is also a real estate boss, why are you the only one to mourn?"

Yue Qihua said with some doubts.

Ai Liang took the lead out of the elevator: "He doesn't want to disturb Gao Jiajia by other people waiting."

Yue Qihua was a little surprised. He didn't expect Gao Fuye to attach so much importance to his daughter.

Ai Liang looked at Yue Qihua who opened the door and asked, "Where's Xingyue?"

Yue Qihua slapped her forehead a little helplessly and said, "Ah, I almost forgot, she just accidentally spilled the juice and soiled your schoolbag and is now washing it in the bathroom."

Yue Qihua took out a pair of spare slippers from the shoe cabinet and gave them to Ai Liang.

As if hearing the opening of the door, Yang Xingyue carefully stuck out half of her head from the bathroom: "Ai Liang, I'm sorry."

"Have you finished brushing your schoolbag? Come out quickly when you're done. Ai Liang won't be angry because of such a trivial matter. Besides, it's too late for ordinary people to be happy when a beautiful girl helps wash things, right, Ai Liang."

After speaking, Yue Qihua also touched Ai Liang with her elbow, her tone full of ridicule.

Although Yang Xingyue listened to Yue Qihua's previous advice, she could not change her mentality in a short period of time, so she could only retreat to the bathroom with a blushing face.

Ai Liang did not answer and sat on the sofa in the living room calmly, this attitude made Yue Qihua even more boring.

It didn't take long for Yang Xingyue in the bathroom to come out with her schoolbag and say, "The schoolbag may not be able to dry until tomorrow, will you come tomorrow, Ai Liang?"

After Yue Qihua heard this, she gave Yang Xingyue a thumbs up from an angle that Ai Liang could not see.

Ai Liang pretended not to see the dryer in the bathroom, and it was too rude to directly pierce other people's thoughts, so he nodded: "If there is nothing else, I will come over."

"Very good... I mean thank you, I've been bothering you for helping me make up the class." Yang Xingyue showed a bright smile and took happy small steps to the balcony to hang up her schoolbag.

Unlike the happy Yang Xingyue, Ai Liang's heart is full of mixed feelings. To be honest, when he first saw Yang Xingyue, because of Yang Xingguo, he didn't like Yang Xingyue very much, and it could even be said to be disgusted. Even if Ai Liang understood that what her parents did had nothing to do with her children, it would be difficult to see her in a normal way.

At the beginning, it was because of Yue Qihua's request that she tutored Yang Xingyue in her studies. At that time, Ai Liang was completely perfunctory. It was not until she saw Yang Xingyue crying alone in the school garden that she felt compassion.

After two years of getting along, Ai Liang also slowly changed her opinion. Yang Xingyue is just a little innocent and cute little girl. Except for some occasional thoughts, she is very gentle and kind in life in most cases, no matter how cold Ai Liang is. Always with pure kindness.

It's a pity that her father is Yang Xingguo, the person Ai Liang hates the most, and the relationship between the two can only stop with friends.

Yue Qihua raised her hand and shook it in front of Ai Liang: "Hey, why are you in a daze? Are you imagining that she will wash your clothes like this after marrying Xingyue?"

Yang Xingyue, who had just sat on the chair, immediately blushed when she heard it: "Huahua! What nonsense are you talking about!"

The shy Yang Xingyue took out all the papers that Ai Liang had arranged before and put them on the desk: "I have finished all the papers for the past few days."

Ai Liang glanced at the test paper and asked, "Got it, where did you put the things in my schoolbag."

"Here it is."

Yue Qihua was too lazy to get off the sofa and skipped directly in front of Ai Liang, picked up the black notebook on the shelf and handed it over, she sat cross-legged beside Ai Liang and asked with interest: "Don't worry, we haven't read it, this is your diary Ben?"

The distance between the two was only a palm apart.

Ai Liang moved slightly to the side to clear a gap before opening the notebook.

"Huh? This is... a high number?" Yue Qihua asked while looking at the dense formula.

"This is Xu Zhihai...the notebook for glasses, an admission gift from Shangjing University to students." Ai Liang handed the notebook to Yue Qihua: "The above is the proof of his conjecture in college, I feel it is a pity to lose it. Take it back."

The first few pages of the notebook are just some general advanced math knowledge, and the next few pages are the proofs of mathematical conjectures.

Yue Qihua took the notebook and flipped through it. She had taught herself everything about high school, and she could barely understand the first few pages of the notebook.

Yang Xingyue, who was ignorant of advanced mathematics, also ran over to observe the notes and immediately caused Yue Qihua to drive away: "Go, go, guys who haven't finished math in high school are making fun."

Yang Xingyue hugged Yue Qihua's arm and said coquettishly, "I just want to see, maybe there are other things."

"You play treasure hunt as a child, what can a notebook contain."

Although she appeared impatient on her lips, Yue Qihua still put the notebook between the two of them.

She could see that Yang Xingyue came here on purpose because she didn't want to be alone beside her, but she was actually just a child who was afraid of being lonely.

This time, it was Ai Liang's turn to be left aside by the two good friends. He silently got up and went to Yang Xingyue's desk to correct the exam papers he had set up earlier.

"There are poems!" Yang Xingyue's voice full of surprises came, as if the game house found an easter egg while playing a game.

"Isn't it just a short poem? What a fuss." Yue Qihua wasn't very interested, she was more interested in the previous mathematical formulas and standard science thinking than poetry.

"Glasses are in the Department of Mathematics, right? Don't you think it's strange to write a poem in a notebook?" Yang Xingyue held her chin in her hand as if she was playing a reasoning game.

"The notes in the latter half are obviously scribbled after he went crazy." Yue Qihua couldn't help but complain, and it was easy to judge the mentality change of the front and rear glasses based on the strokes and typesetting of the formula.

"Well, Hua Hua, you are so boring, Ai Liang, come and have a look."